Bookmark Notes:

Adam can never write a song about this. For one thing, it would have to start out with eyes meeting across a crowded room, and that's so cliche that the fact that it's actually happening makes Adam feel a little sick, like he ate too much cotton candy and then got on the Tilt-a-Whirl. Or maybe that's just the butterflies in his stomach. And when's the last time he had butterflies like this?